It's so fucking unfair. Kitty and Tabs have lost their brother, my sister has lost her lap-cat, and i'm not feeling too good either.
 
After two days of not eating, drinking or going to the toilet, possibly due to having had a stroke, my sister decided that it was best for Fluffy Pants if he was put to sleep. The right decision, I just wish I had been able to be there to say goodbye properly, and to support my sister.
 
I'm pretty sure this is the right thing, but we're got the body where the other two cats can see that Fluffy is gone, and so they won’t think he's just disappeared. Kitty seems OK, but Tabs is definitely upset, and doesn't seem to know what to do without his food and argument partner.
 
Fluffy will be buried tomorrow in my mothers garden, with all appropriate ceremony. 
Blood everywhere. Covering my fingers, under my nails. Just avoided the carpet. 
 
They’ve just extended the testing that the COVID survey is doing, and they’re now taking blood samples as well. Despite being a nurse, my sister is appalling at it, and I’m just about as bad. 
I think I’ve just made a mistake. Hopefully, it’s not too bad a one.
 
I’ve just booked the appointment for my second jab, the first day they had available, early on a Sunday. The problem is, the Monday is a bank holiday, so if I get the reaction lurgy, it’ll be on my time, not the companies time. 
😒
scallan: (me)
Odd thought for something to do after the lockdown.

I’d need a partner for this, preferably female, but it’s not required.
 
We rent a hotel room, a posh one, somewhere worth visiting.

We spend the day looking around the place, and head back to the hotel for an early dinner.

We dress up for dinner, possibly with me as Susan. Dinner is designed for tasting, lots of small, tasty, dishes to satiate your taste buds, but not overfill the stomach.
 
After dinner, we return to the bedroom, and have a shower together. We wash each others hair and body. Sensual for the feeling of mutual support and comfort, not sexual.
 
After the shower, we dry off, prepare for bed, and have a little pre-sleep drink, Ovaltine for me, what ever their relaxing bedtime drink is for them.
 
We then go to bed, gradually drifting off while sharing the comfort of the others presence.
 
Fuck. I want this, yet it’ll never happen.
scallan: (me)
My last day in the office was 20 March 2020.
Since then, I have:
  • Not left Redhill, except to visit mum.
  • Not gone on the train.
  • Seen any co-worker, except Myles once.
  • Had lots of negative COVID tests.
  • Had one positive COVID test.
  • Had one set of AZ immunisation.
  • Had 2 sets of symptoms, one for COVID and one for the immunisation.
  • Cycled a lot less.
  • Almost never gone to the gym
  • Drank less tea and coffee.
  • Eaten a lot less pizzas.
  • Not had a hair cut. It's now down to my shoulders, and half the colorung has grown out.
They say, all journeys start with a single step. Except possibly this one. I think this one starts with a single Lego brick.

For Christmas, work gave us an Amazon voucher, and as I wanted something to work on with my hands, a sort of zen-construction-thingy, I used the voucher to part pay for some Lego. The Lego White House. one thousand, four hundred and eighty three pieces.

I think I may be some time.

Lego White House.
A sudden return, after having merely copied everything here from livejournal years ago, triggerred by the lose of people, and a need to reconnect, and it probably being better than faacebook,.
Yesterday, I had another successful trip out as Susan. Having told Bridget, I had no worries about being caught, but she was on nights, which meant she wasn't back by the time I left.

This time, I wore my red strappy top, a long blue skirt and red wedge shoes. SA was fun as usual and afterwards ended up chatting to a trio of women (Becks, Liz and the one whose name you never get). Becks is a careers officer, and got me to talk about a lot of personal stuff. We spent so much time talking that we got thrown out as they needed to set up for the next event.

After that I wended my way to Vivien of Holloway, where I tried on a number of dresses. Unfortunately, most of their dresses were too small in the waist by, literally, half an inch, and the waist was so high, it hit the rib cage, so no hope there. This may have been a blessing in disguise, as I only purchased one dress, rather than the entire shop.

VivienHolloway1 VivienHolloway3

A couple of times, customers mistook me for one of the staff - apparently my outfit fitted in quite well, and even after I corrected them, they did not seem to notice I was male!!! No one even seemed to have issues with me popping on and out of the changing booth.

The last visit of the day was to Spitalfields, where one person recognised me from when Simon had purchased a clutch bag from her. Another suggested that I pop into the charging room to try on a skirt.

This is what confuses me. Does Susan pass that well, or does no one care? OK, Spitalfields is a market, but the customers at VoH had no such motive, and Becks did not seem to notice. If nothing else, I would have expected questions.

Finally home, with minor sore feet, but no major issues. There was one minor scare when I saw mums car outside, but this was just Bridget borrowing it while she was on holiday.
A few Saturdays back, I got mugged by Susan while walking through Victoria station. Metaphorically speaking, she grabbed me by the neck, and slammed me up against the wall. This was triggered by the usual things - the sight of several women in the sort of clothes that I want to wear. This seems to happen quite a lot there.

I know what she wants. To be normal. To go out, to get out, to buy new shoes and a dress, and to spend the night out on the town, dancing and drinking and having fun. To live, not just the high life, but the ordinary life. All the things I don't do.

The problem is, she's expensive. Not really in money, but in time. She can't come out at home, which means that I have to do things like arrange places to change, and getting stuff there, and planning in advance. This means that she cannot do small or spontaneous things, but only planned stuff.

Can I reduce the fixed costs of Susan? How do I reduce the fixed costs of Susan?

Places that Susan can come out to play:

* Home. Not really worth it. While the family know, they've never seen Susan, and it's probably a bad idea to introduce her at this late a stage. Also, what's the point? All the fun is in being out and about.

* Work. Not the best idea. Actually, I might get away with this - one of the big bosses is more than cool about it, but I'm not sure how the rest of work would react :)

* Conventions. The DiscWorld convention is coming up in August, and I'm pretty sure that Susan will spend some time there, but I'm not sure that it's soon enough to save me from injury. Unfortunately, this clashes with 9 worlds Geek Fest, which would also have been a very good place to go.

* London. There is quite a lot of stuff that she could do in London, some TG / gay related, and some normal stuff. One obvious thing is the Sunday Assembly, having been preceded by theatre and disco.

* Brighton. Pretty stereotypical, and I'm not sure that there is really enough to keep us going for the weekend.

* Elsewhere?
I never know what to do about Susan. There are three obvious options that I can do - kill her off, let her out very occasionally on high days and holidays, or really let her out to play.

Killing her probably wouldn't be that easy - she's been with me, for good or for ill, for over three decades, and has never been far away for all that time. I may have ignored her for long periods but she never really been gone from my mind.

Currently, Susan gets very few chances to get out - it mostly appears to be the DWCon. I regret missing the chance for Nine Worlds, since it was the sort of thing that was aimed at her. (Naturally, next years clashed precisely with the DWCon, so she won't be going to that either).

Taking her out more often is a bit of issue, as she cannot really appear at home (even if Bridget has not issues,, she will inevitably mention it to Mum, and Mum interferes so), and the walk into town would be a massive pain.

This means that anything I do would have to be an arranged event, but what can I do where Susans presence would add to the moment? For most things, the important part is being there, part of the experience, and I'm not sure how much Susan would add to it - possibly the more formal occasions where you go all out formal with the posh dress, etc.

Drawings

May. 19th, 2013 10:25 pm
A few more of my drawings
Yesterday, I had this idea for a little cultural "thing", that might work quite well in the more bohemian areas of London. I call it "The Drawing Room".

It's a rather literal name, as it's basically a room, with good natural light, where you can go, just to sit down and draw stuff, while around other people who just want to draw. To spice it up a bit, there would be a couple of object on display, so people could have something to draw. These would be changed on a daily basis, so there would always be something new to draw. The object could vary between a vase, a statue, a piece on clothing on a mannequin, etc,

This could be run by one of the London museums, or somewhere similar. If they stuck it by the coffee shop, and had art materials on sale (sponsored by one of the art shops?), it might even turn out to be reasonably profitable. Alternatively a coffe shop / cafe could run this a few times a month,  as a semi-social event. There is something called Dr Sketchy ( http://www.drsketchylondon.co.uk/) , but I get the feeling that that is more hardcore rather than a drop in / social scene thing.

Job hunt

Feb. 7th, 2013 12:25 pm
Having got stuck for hours on the train, I'm getting sick of the commute. Can anyone recommend any good job sites for a quick look?
I have finally gotten the point to where I am going to have to look for a new job. This one is getting so frustrating - nothing new, I'm not learning new stuff, and the commute is *so* bad that I'm tempted to buy a car or a motorbike just to get avoid the multiple trains journeys involved. It's also got to the point where I'm considering strangling all three of my cow-orkers. The big boss is currently on holiday, so he gets to survive.

The only question is what to do? Well, the first thing is obvious, find a new job, but what sort of a job? I'm pretty much struck with software engineering, it's about all the skills I have, and, most of the time, I enjoy it.

I think I should ignore my current skill set when choosing what I want, as I'm egotistical enough to think I can learn anything I need to learn, but what do I want?
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I think I have finally come up with my new years resolution: "Do awesome shit".

So what awesome shit should I do?

DW con 2012

Sep. 2nd, 2012 09:19 pm
I've just spent the last weekend at the bi-annual disc world convention. As a last minute decision, I decided that I would spend the evenings there as Susan. As the decision was made about a week before the event, this naturally led to a rash of panic buying, as I went hunting for the perfect dresses. As I couldn't find anything suitable in the high street, I eventually ordered far too much from Asos and their curve collection.

Packing for the event was interesting - I ended up taking three bags with me - half a bag of electronics, half a bag of clothes for Simon, and two large bags full of clothes and other stuff for Susan.

The convention itself was fun and while at 6 foot plus in heels, I have absolutely no chance in passing, there was not a single problem over the weekend. This wasn't really a surprise, as the people running it are some of the most socially aware, pro-active and cuddly but scary when annoyed people around.

In the evenings, there are a few programme events, but it is most social, sitting around drinking and talking. These were a lot more fun than usual - I think it helped that every night I was getting compliments on my dresses, my ability to walk in heels and one night, on my hair, which had just been slightly styled to fall over one eye, ala Jessica Rabbit.

The evenings are where things get slightly ... odd. Normally, I'm the very quiet, introverted type who finds it almost impossible to talk to strangers. Susan is different. Susan will sit down next to total strangers, and start talking to them. Susan will take part in the silly games that people are playing. Susan will take part in a burlesque dance class, when Simon would look at the gender ratio and run, and just note that next time she needs to glue her tits in place. Hell, even her posture is different, Simon tends to hunch a bit, and look down, while Susan seems to walk taller and look out, rather than down, though this may simply be a side effect of the bra straps pulling.

I think the biggest thing is that Susan seems approachable and responsive to being approached, whereas Simon is more closed in, and *scared* of talking to people.

[[ Am I the only person confused here about names? There currently appears to be three people in my mind, myself, Simon and Susan, who manage to all be the same person, while at the same time Simon and Susan are masks that I show to the world. ]]

Given how successful things were at the convention, the question is what next? I like Susan, I like being Susan, and other people seem to like Susan.
Anyone who's been following my twitter feed over the last few days has probably realised that I'm writing a story. The back story to the story is rather long for going intro at the moment, but this is a fragment from it.

Basic outline to this point is that Mike has found out about a forced femme organisation, only moments before they find out about him and forcibly recruit him into their school. The school is run by Ms Sloane, and there are already 12 girls going through the school This extract happens several months down the road when Michelle (Mike) has settled down and found his inner girl.

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Snow day

Dec. 2nd, 2010 09:52 pm
scallan: (kangaroo)
I missed work today, due to a total lack of trains between here and Clapham Junction. However, tomorrow looks sort of managable if I do the following
1. Walk to Bus station
2. Bus to West Croydon
3. Walk / bus top East Croydon
3. Train to Clapham
4. Train to Kingston

To get home, I would have to do this in reverse. All in all, it's a 2 hour journey each way, assuming that the buses and trains are actually working at 7/8 AM.

If I don't go in, I'm out of holiday, and have to take this as a second unpaid snow day.

What do I do?
Recently, I had a conversation on twitter, which went :

Them : Can't believe I'm sharing details of bikini line maintenance with someone I've met once, in a public forum. Such is the magic of Twitter.

Me: At least you have [people] saying that while I may be a perv, I'm not the *wrong* sort of perv :)

Them: that is presumably defined by others being harmed?

Me: Maybe. My default test is"informed consent". If all those involved know and agree, it's probably OK. If not, think further

This is a bit of a follow up, to add more thinking to the above, to explain things and possibly to justify my choices. It's incomplete, and posted mainly to get it out there
personal stuff about sex, pervery and right and wrong )

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